Someone was pounding on the door. It was hard to hear with rain pelting on the roof spilling over the rain gutters to the yard that now looked like a lake. A week of hard rain.
“Answer that, Sweetie!” Maria called out to her daughter, “Grandma and I are emptying buckets right now.”
When young Julie answered the door, she gasped at the stranger. The woman at the door dripped with rain from her droopy, pointed hat to the black rubber boots that encased her wet socks and feet. Red muddy water sloshed into the room, staining the carpet like blood.
But the girl had only noticed the pointed nose and the wart on it. She couldn’t speak. She stared at the specter. I’ve never seen a real one before. Yikes!
“Child, close your flood gates! Tell your family to close the flood gates!”
Can I take the word of a witch? Julie backed slowly, unable to speak or close the door.
“Julie, what is it?” her mom called, replacing the bucket and wiping her hands on a
“Floodgates!” The woman hollered, “Close your floodgates! The canyon is flooded! Help is on the way!”
Julie whispered, “Mom, can you really believe what a witch tells you?”
It only took a glimpse for Mom to see the danger. Mom and neighbors wrestled the gates shut, pushing away broken tree branches and floating trash cans.
When Mom came inside again, she was shivering and wet “Julie, that lady isn’t a witch. She owns the motel! It was good she warned all of us.”
No long after, more familiar rescuers pounded on the door: the United States Marines.
“We need to take you and your family out of the canyon!”
Julie and her siblings were lifted into a high vehicle with big wet tires. They did the same for others. Water to the bottom of the doors didn’t stop them. The soldiers lifted Julie, her grandma, mom, the other children and neighbors into the vehicle. The uniformed soldier guided it, parting the deep water into a “v.”
After a long drive in the dark and hard rain, the vehicles stopped and taken out of the canyon to a safe, dry place. Soon the families from far from the flood, wrapped in blankets and settled into a motel for the night.
God hears prayers always. He answers without fail. We can count on him as our rock and fortress even today. David wrote, “Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortess to save me.” [Psalm 31:2]
One can count on God to rescue, remembering the Lord’s declaration in Isaiah, “for my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways.” [Isaiah 55:8]
And his ways to warn and rescue may include a dripping wet woman in a pointy hat with a wart on her nose. A witch? It ain’t necessarily so!
[Jo Russell is a Christian speaker, author of scores of articles, a half dozen anthology contributions, and award-winning Which Button Do You Push to Get God to Come Out? A Humorous Devotional for Women. available from Amazon.com and her speaking engagements. [Jo lives in northeast Arizona and writes a popular humorous weekly blog on her website, http://www.button-to-god.com.]